I cried buckets of tears and almost fainted when my son showed me all the tiny bruises on his right and left thighs five days ago. There were more or less thirteen bruises…There’s also one on his back. Greggy just came home from school with his nanny when I asked him how his day was.

He answered, “Kinurot po ako ni yaya sa school…kasi makulit po ako.” . Then he pointed to the bruises on his legs.

I was torn apart. I asked the nanny if it’s true, but she denied it. KINAGAT LANG DAW NG LANGGAM SI GREG! Ginawa pa akong tanga ng bruhang yaya.

I tried to be as calm as I could and went inside the room to wake up my husband. I burst into tears and narrated what I had just found out. I asked him to give the nanny her two-week salary and kick her out right away. When my husband confronted her, she admitted what she did.

“Oo kinurot ko sya! Makulit kasi sya sa school. Tayo ng tayo!” She said arrogantly.

I was shocked by her statement and couldn’t say a word. There wasn’t any sense of remorse in her voice. She left the house without an apology. And I felt so stupid for letting her get away with it. I knew in my heart that I should’ve at least said or done something to appease the pain she had caused my son. But I guess I was too hurt to say a word.

What gives a nanny the right to hurt the child she’s supposed to care about?! Tell me. :stubborn:

It’s been almost a week since we discovered that my son’s new nanny had been hurting him while my husband and I were at work. She’d been with us for only two weeks for crying out loud! She was my kumare’s niece, who happens to live infront of our house. So how could she have done such a thing? I couldn’t believe it.

On her first day, I already had a hunch that she didn’t like kids very much. That she just accepted the job because of the salary we offered. From the very start, I knew she wasn’t the kind of nanny that any parents would entrust their child with. That’s why I told my husband that I’d change my work schedule from graveyard to morning shift so I could observe her. I knew I couldn’t leave my son with her alone at night. And true enough, I saw how apathetic she was with my son each day. She would only attend to his needs whenever I told her to. She only cared about the household chores and once she’s done, she would just go to her room and lock herself up. She wouldn’t help me at all and most of the time, she slept earlier than my son did. Oh what a nanny!

For now, I have no plans of getting another nanny. I am still hurt and traumatized of what had happened. I am so scared. Greggy is now staying at his grandma’s house. It’s hard, but that’s only way to keep him safe.

My three-year old son Greggy has improved a lot on coloring. Look at his work! :love: These pictures were taken a few days ago. He just woke up.

He’s in nursery now and I’m glad he’s able to keep up with his classmates despite being the youngest. I enrolled him at a small kiddie center in our neighborhood. They’re just seven in the class which is a good thing. It was too crowded at the Day Care where he had a summer class so I didn’t enroll him there anymore. :hearty: